Kevin growled.
"Does that make you angry, little bro?"
"No," he said, his voice barely controlled. "It makes me want to do it again."
"Good. That's what I want to hear."
Kevin grabbed my shoulder, tight. "But not now. Our parents are heading home. And if they catch us? Mom and Dad love us both, but you know they won't get it. We need to be smart about this. Safe. OK?"
I glared at him, but I knew he was right. "Fine," I said, then flounced upstairs.
*
I finally settled on a t-shirt and shorts. I put on panties but no bra. Honestly, I barely needed the thing most of the time anyway and for whatever reason the straps were chafing me. Almost as soon as I got dressed, Mom and Dad came home. So, I guess my brother was right about that.
Getting caught in the kitchen with my brother's d**k
